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Lest the Fates Interfere
Lest the Fates Interfere Rivers meander about obstacles to create wonderful sceneries without as much as a pinch of reason behind the happening. Enchanted spires of light rush down thick canopies of leaves and each beams resonates wonderfully as if they disperse at the first touch of the morning dew. All the wonders that the…
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Sceneries
What we were before Fate whispered, Then, sought to love Then, sought to mend. What we are Now our dreams entwined, Us, almost one Us, welding ends. What we’ll be When tomorrow sighs, Less than lovers – Less than friends?
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Seeking Home
Now that you are no longer, Spent are the thoughts of pellucid skies, Fettered again will I be in teeming shades Of this complacent misery. Now that you are no longer, The time has come that I am not To dread, to hope or ponder futures, Dead in me is the want to mend. Now…
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Sky Exalted
Remembering the time when you reached out your hand, it felt like the distant sky had gone and blurred the horizon just so it could come and reach out its gossamer hands. I reached out to it – maybe – silently dreaming it could be me that could hold the sky. Its touch, delicately tempting…
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Shall I Be Gay VIII: Solitary Confinement
There are cards littering the house’ tiled floor. The sky’s not letting the sunrays through that curtain of fluffy oblivion. Tomorrow’s the first day of school after a whole week of forced vacation and the semester’s still not over. I think I won’t see a good end to this daydream of a clean track record…
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Swords in the Stable
I’m a person who can’t write properly when I’m happy. I get distracted easily and my grammar becomes a shade off the usual because my head’s still up the clouds. Happy robs me of my usual snide and my sprinkle of doom and gloom. I guess it’s one of those writer prerequisites when it comes…
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Singing Old Tunes, Singeing Old Wounds
Change is something that occurs naturally. To a typical person with typical thoughts and typical needs, change is the only constant thing in life. To a not-so-typical person with not-so-typical thoughts and feelings, change may be viewed as an opportunity or a source of reprieve. But I’m just a not-so-typical person with typical wants and…
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Someday, Stars May Fall
Indelicately, she hides behind curtained skin, satisfying the demand to hide her circumstantial promise of femininity. She feigns ignorance and upheaves insensitivity, when he smiles to her, she absconds to herself, and enjoys her private pleasure, and suffers the pangs of control as she fails the anticipated response. And in the feathered arms of slumber,…
Stars Shined Down
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Stars Shined Down 